GoodTime - Hardcore Sound lyrics

[Goodtime Slim] Yo sniper call on a rampage Your shots weak block that heat with a lamp shade Light bulb the bright idea that your camp made It's dark thinking, Crystal Lake get your camp slayed Okay, my bars are so prolific A heavyweight Olympic pro can't lift it I rhyme like twin witches, a n***a too wicked I'm real close to blowing up like a wick is I flip lids like a kettle blowing steam Flowing scheme is vice tight like a semi ??? So going green with promos So it seems you logo's a no go like Po-Po on the scene I'm loco for the green, they no jokes on the team Copping Cola in your sleep, pitching coke in your dreams n***as broke and it stings so they fabricate our lifestyle Rhymes ever present, never question what I write now [Hook - Coast] Ayo I bring a few pounds with me We from the city of New York, sound gritty That boom bap bring it back to the true sound You can talk all you want but you clowns [Fatz Da Assa**in] Screw that, Slim and Fatz better than new cats The new rap, the boom bap they can't do that They recipe got a major discrepancy Talking money, hoes and weaponry like it's they pedigree Dress code say estrogen ?? Dunce cap trap rap with crack baby chemistry My specialty's aroma therapy When I smell bullsh** I blow the whistle like a referee n***as talk pimp sh**, that's what they all say Suppose to make a who*e cum, they make a who*e stay She come to my crib, stopped at the doorway Not pot for big pop, she give me top in the hallway You clique vagina, looking like four play Or dyke intercourse, eat you pussies all day My pop's a preacher and D's a sinner I snatch the b**h you love and throw a trash bag in her (Hook) [Hook #2] Fatz: In the street put the hardcore down In the streets we love that hardcore sound Slim: In the street put the hardcore down In the streets we love the hardcore sound [Coast] Count your blessings but the stupid never learn the lesson They hustle backwards, never showing true progression Behind the scenes setting up the time right But the fact remains the same from backstage to the limelight I got a dog in a fight that'll bite your face Putting flavor in your ear and you like the taste Your life's a waste, talking bout your feeble plans I need those grands to bet on Philly like an Eagles fan Fat Guinea in the market up on ?? the Ave Gravy stain on my shirt, bout to pop this slab Hop out, wopped out, blue track suit Unzip and hairy chest, fat dude Fly forever, my mother said I'm gorgeous My who*e's flawless, yours look like horses ?? brood in the face make me nauseous They ain't wanna let me in, kicked the doors in (Hook) (Hook #2)